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First ©ay. 



v.^^-'^ ,_/- —Don't flatter yourselves that 

friendship authorizes you to 

say disagreeable things to your 
intimates. On the contrary, 

the nearer you come into relation 
with a person, the more necessary 

do tact and courtesy become. 
Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, 
leave your friend to learn unpleasant 
truths from his enemies; 
they are ready 

enough 
to tell them. 

The sAutocrai of the JSrea/cfast Table. 





^ecoad ©ay, 



UILD thee more stately mansions, 
O my soul, 
As the swift seasons roll! 

Leave thy low-vaulted past ! 
Let each new temple, nobler 

than the last, 
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 
Till thou at length art free, 
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's 
unresting sea! 

The (Bhambered d^autilus. 



All economical and practical wisdom 

is an extension or variation of the 
following arithmetical formula : 2 + 2 = 4. 

Every philosophical proposition has the 

more general character of the expression 
a + b = c. We are mere operatives, empirics 
and egotists, until we learn to think in 

letters instead of figures. 

The Autocrat of the oBreakfasi Table. 




Third 9ay. 



S to clever people hating each 
other, I think a little extra 
talent does sometimes 

make people jealous. 
They become irritated by 
perpetual attempts and failures, 
and it hurts their tempers and dispositions. 

The ^^uiocfat of the Jdreakfasi %able. 



Ah ! many lids Love lurks between, 
Nor heeds the coloring of his screen; 

And when his random arrows fly. 
The victim falls, but knows not why. 

The '4)ilemma. 



O lady! there be many things 

That seem right fair, below, above; 
But sure not one among them all 

Is half so sweet as love; — 

Let us not pay our vows alone. 
But join two altars both in one. 

Stanzas. 



"Fourth ©ay. 



'Tis here we part 
other eyes 
The husy deck, the 
fluttering streamer, 
The dripping arms 

that plunge 
and rise, '^ 

The waves in foam, 
the ship in tremor, 
The 'kercliiefs 
waving from the 
pier. 
The cloudy pillar 

gliding o'er him7^5^t_:_ 
The deep blue desert, "■ — -— 
lone and drear, 
With heaven above and home 
before him. 




qA Sood Time Soing. 



Alas for those who never sing. 
But die with all their music in them ! 



%he /^ciceleen. 




riflK 9ay. 



AMILY men get dreadfully 

homesick. In the remote and 
bleak village the heart returns 
to the red blaze of the logs in 

one's fireplace at home. 
"There are his young barbarians 
all at play,"— 
if he owns any youthful savages.— No, the 
world has a million roofs for a man but 
only one rest, 

^he Autocrat of the JSreakfast %able. 

At thirty we are all trying to cut our names 

in big letters upon the walls of this tenement 
of life; twenty years later we have 
carved it, or shut up our jack-knives. 

%he oAutocrat of the JBreakfast Table. 

Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip, 

But only crowbars loose the bulldog's grip. 

tlrania. 



9ay 




That one 

unquestioned 

text we read, 
doubt 

beyond, 
all fear above, 
Nor crackling' pile 
nor cursing creed 
,„^ Can burn 
or blot it: 

GOD IS LOVE! 
IVhat We ^m Think. 



SeveatK ©ay, 



A still, sweet, placid, moonlig'lit face, 

And slightly nonchalant, 
Which seems to claim a middle place 
Between one's love and aunt, 

Where childhood's star has left a ray 
In woman's sunniest sky. 

As morning dew and blushing day 

On fruit and blossom lie. 

oAJPortrait. 

She knew not love, yet lived in maiden fancies,— 
Walked, simply clad, a queen of 

high romances, 0\ 

And talked strange tongues ^. J'W-^ 

with angels 
in her 
trances. 

iris, Her JQock. 





ZigKlK 9ay. 




HAT you bring away from 
the Bible 
depends to some extent on 
what you carry 

to it. 

%he J^rofesdor at the JBreakfast Table. 



The gay grisette, whose fingers touch 

Love's thousand chords so well; 
The dark Italian loving much, 

But more than one can tell; 

And England's fair-haired, 
blue-eyed dame. 
Who binds her brow with pearls; — 
Ye who have seen them, can they shame 
Our own sweet Yankee girls? 

0ur Yankee Sirh. 



The axis of the earth sticks out visibly 

through the centre of each and evei^ 



town and city 



The ^Autccrat of the J^rcakfast Table. 



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IKialK ©ay. 




As o'er the g'lacier's 
frozen 
sheet 
Breathes soft 

'^^'T", the 

J ""K ,/\^^) Alpine 

W j<ii/ V \ through 
^ ^ ^ '^"^ life's 

desert 

springing 
sweet. 
The flower 
of 
friendship 
grows. 

e^ Son£i of 

0iher Q)ays. 




TeatK 9ay. 




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e; ORD of all life, below^ above, 

Whose llglit is truth, whose 
warmth is love, 
Before thj^ ever-blazing throne 
We ask no lustre of our own. 



Grant us thy truth to make us free, 
And kindling hearts that burn for thee, 
Till all thy living altars claim 

One holy light, one heavenly flame! 

e.f Sun-'^ay Hymn. 

Do you ^vant an image of the human will, 
or the self-determining principle, 

as compared with its prearranged 
and impassable restrictions? 
A drop of water— imprisoned in a crystal; 

you may see such a one in any 
]TLineralogical collection. One little fluid 

particle in the crystalline prism of the 
solid universe. 

The Autocrat cf the JBreakfast "hable. 




iLleverilK 



People that 
make puns 
are like wanton 
boys that put 
coppers on the 
railroad tracks. 
They amuse themselves 
and other children, but 
their little trick 
may upset a freight train of 

conversation for the 
sake of a battered witticism. 

"The :>Jutccrat of the JQrcakfa^t-Tailc. 

Our brains are seventy -year 
clocks. The Angel of 
',' Life winds them up once for 

all, then closes the case, and gives the key 

into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection. 

The ^^utccrat of the JBreak fast-Table. 



Twelfth 9ay 




NE of my friends had a little 

marble statuette of Cupid 
in his country-house,— bow, 
arrows, wings, and all complete. 
A visitor, indigenous to the region 
looking pensively at 

the figure, asked of the 
lady of the house "if that was 

a statoo of her deceased 
infant?" 

The Q^'^utccrat of the Jdreahfast Table. 



()h, tell me where did Katy live, 

And what did Katy do? 
And was she very fair and young. 
And yet so wricked, too? 

Did Katy love a naughty man, 

Or kiss more cheeks than one? 
I warrant Katy did no more 
Than many a Kate has done. 

^0 an fnsect. 




xKirleealK 
©ay. 



I care not mucli for gold or land; — 
Give me a mortgage here and there,— 
Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, 
Or trifling railroad share; — 

I only ask that Fortune send 
A little more than I can spend. Contentment. 

You don't suppose that my remarks made 
at this table are like so many postage 

stamps, do you,— each to be only once 
uttered ? If you do, you are mistaken. He 

must be a poor creature that does not 
often repeat himself. 

The Autocrat of the sBreak fast-Table 



IFourleeRlK ©ay, 




ON'T ever think the poetry is dead 
in an old man 
because his forehead is wrinkled, 
or that his manhood 
has left him when 

his hand trembles ! 

The e.^utccrat cf the J^reakfast %ahle. 



Where, oh where are the visions of morning", 
Fresh as the dews of our prime? 

Gone, like tenants that quit without warning, 
Down the back entry of time. 

(^ueations and e-^nsivers. 



"Boston State-House is the hub of the 
solar system. You couldn't pry that out 
of a Boston man if you had the 

tire of all creation straightened 
out for a ^crow-bar. 

The ^^utccrai cf the J^reakfast %able. 




FifteeatK ©ay 



IN" has many tools, but a lie 
is the handle 

that fits them all. 

The oAulcaat of the Mreakfa&t-Tahle. 

Be Arm! one constant element 
in luck 
Is g-enuine, solid, old Teutonic pluck; 

See yon tall shaft; it felt the earthquake's 
thrill, 
Clung to its base, and greets the sunlight 
still. 

Urania. 



—Buckwheat is skerce and high.— 
she remarked. 
[Must be a poor relation sponging on our 
landlady,— pays nothing,— 
so she must stand by the guns and be 

ready to repel boarders.] 

The ^'^utccrar cf the J^reakfa 



SijcleealK ©ay. 

When turning round tHeir dial-track, 
Eastward the lengthening 
shadows pass, 
Her little mourners, clad 
in hlack, 
The crickets, sliding 
through the grass. 
Shall pipe for her 
an evening £^ 
mass. \ 



At last the rootlets ^ 

of the trees 
Shall find the ^^^ 

prison . ^^^ 

where she 
lies, 
And bear 
the buried dusu they seize 

In leaves and blossoms to 
the skies — 
So may the soul that warmed 

it rise! Under the Volets 




^Deveateealh ©ay. 




O brag little,— to< show well,— 

to crow gently, if in luck,— 
to pay up, to own up, 

to shut up, if beaten, 
are the virtues of a 

sporting man. 

'^Iie oJlutccrat of the Joreakfast-Table. 



Where, oh where are life's lilies and roses, 

Nursed in the golden dawn's smile? 
Dead as the bulrushes 'round little Moses, 
On the old banks of the Nile. 

Questions and oAnswers. 

It is better to lose a pint of blood 

from your veins than to have a ner:i^e tapped. 
Nobody measures your nervous force 
as it runs away,, nor bandages your 

brain and marrow after the operation. 

The oAutccrat of the J^reakfast- Table. 




^LighteentK 2^ ay. 



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I have been 
throug-h as many 
hardships as Ulysses, 
in the pursuit of my 
histrionic vocation. I have 
traveled in cars until 
the conductors all knew me 
like a brother. I have run 
off the rails, and stuck all nig-ht in 
snow-drifts, and sat behind 
^ females that would have the window 
^ open when one could not 

wink without his eyelids freezing 
tog-ether. 

The sy^utccrat of the JBrcQkfast-Table. 



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But here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray! 

The stars of its Winter, the dews of its May ! 
And when we have done with our life-lasting toys, 
Dear Father, take care of thy children 
the Boys. 

^he oBcys. 




jHiaeteenlK ©ay. 



0:N"CEIT is just as natural a thing 
to liuman minds 

as a centre is 
to a circle. 

^he Autocrat of the <Sreakfa%t-l'able. 

I gave her once a locket, 

It was filled with my oAvn hair, 
And she put it in her pocket 
With very special care, 
But a jeweler has got it,— 
He offered it to me. 
And another that is not it 

Around her neck I see. 

bines by a Qlerk. 

What a comfort a dull but kindly person is, 

to be sure, at times! A ground-glass' shade 
over a gas-lamp does not bring more 
solace to our dazzled eyes than such a one 
to our minds. ^, . 

I he ^utccrat of the Jdnakfait-%ahle. 



Twentieth ©ay. 




O Nature! bare thy loving: 
"breast 
And give thy child cme hour S^. ^^ ^ . -^ 

One little hour to lie 
unseen 
Beneath thy scarf of leafy ' -^^ * 'Ifc- 

green ! 






So, curtained by a singing 
pine, 
Its murmuring voice shall 
blend 

with mine, 
Till, lost in dreams, mj^ faltering lay 

In sweeter music dies away. 





Iwealy-firsl j:3^ay 



UT not your trust in money, 
but put your 

money in trust. 

The ^^utccrat cf the oBreakfant-^ablc . 



That one unquestioned text we read, 

All doubt beyond, all fear above, 
Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed 
Can burn or blot it: 

GOD IS LOVE. 

What We All Think. 



There stands the old school-house, 

hard by the old church; 
That tree at its side had the flavor of 
birch ; 
O sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks, 
Though the prairie of youth had so many 

"big licks." 




Twenty ^second ©ay. 

-I find the great thing 

in this world 
is not so much 

^->ak where 
ff we 

stand, 
as in 
what direction 
we are moving. 
To reach the 

port of Heaven, 
we must sail 
sometimes with the 
wind and sometimes 
against it,~ 
hut we must 
sail, and not 
drift or lie at anchor. 

The Jlutccrat of the JBreak fast-Table. 



XwerLty=i:hird 23ay. 




ERE lies the home of 

school-hoy life, 
With creeping stair and wind-swept 
hall, 
And, scarred by many a 

truant knife, 
Our old initials on the wall. 

dlTare Rubrum. 



I hear the whispering" voice of Spring, 
The thrush's trill, 

the catbird's cry. 
Like some poor bird with prisoned wing 

That sits and sings, but longs to fly. 



Oh for one spot of living green,— 

One little spot where leaves can grow — 
To love unblamed, to walk unseen, 

To dream above, to sleep below! 

Spring Has (Borne. 



xwealy^fourtK S^ay. 



O my lost Beauty l— hast thou folded quite 
Thy wings of morning- light 
Beyond those iron gates 
Where Life crowds hurrying- to the haggard Fates, 
And Age upon his mound of ashes waits 
To chill our fiery dreams 
Hot from the heart of youth plunged in his 
icy streams. 

.„^^ dTTusa. 




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Twealy=fiftK 9aij, 



OD bless the ancient Puritans ! 
Their lot was 

hard enough; 
But honest hearts make iron arms, 
And tender maids 

are tough ; 
So love and faith have formed 
and fed 
Our true-born Yankee stuff, 

And keep the kernel in the shell 

The British found so tough. 

qA Song. 



Oh, what are the prizes we perish to win, 

To the first little "shiner" we caught with 
a pin! 
No soil upon earth is so dear to our eyes 
As the soil we first stirred 

in terrestrial pies I 

Lines. 




xwcatiL5=si2clH ©ay 



Call liim not old, whose 
i. visionary brain 



Holds o'er the past its 
undivided reigrL, 
or him in vain the envious 
seasons roll 
J\rho hears eternal summer in his soul. 
If yet the minstrel's song, 
the poet's lay, 
Spring with her birds, or children with their play, 
Or maiden's smile, or heavenly dream 
of art 
Stir the few life -drops creeping round 
his heart,— ^ /^l^ 

Turn to the record where his years 
are told,— 
Count his gray hairs,— they 

cannot make him old 



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^Mlljiim dXot eid, Whose BiHicnary Jirain. 




Xweatij=seYealK j3ai], 



I look upon the fair blue skies, 

And naug'ht but empty air I see 
But when I turn me to thine eyes, 

It seemeth unto me 
Ten thousand angels spread 
their wings 
Within those little azure rings. 

Stanzas. 

O for one hour of youthful joy ! 
Give back my twentieth ^--^' ""^ 
spring! ^ 

I'd rather laugh a ^vH 
bright-haired boy ^' 

Than reign a gray-beard ^^^'\^M 
king! ' "' 

Off with the wrinkled spoils - 

of age ! 
Away with learning's crown! 
Tear out life's wisdom- 
written page, 
And dash its trophies down ! 

'^he &lcl dlXan breams. 





Tweaty-eigKtK ©ay. 



UN, if you like, but try to 

keep you breath; 
Work like a man, but don't 
be worked to death.; 

And with new notions,— 
let me change the rule,— 
Don't strike the iron till 

it's fairly cool. 

Urania. 



O Father! grant Thy love divine 

To make these mystic temples Thine! 
When wasting age and 

wearing strife 
Have sapped the leaning walls of life, 
When darkness gathers over all, 
And the last tottering pillars fall, 

Take the poor dust Thy mercy 
warms 
And mould it into heavenly forms. 

^he Living %emple. 




aialK 
9ay. 



Let Friendship's 
accents cheer our doubtful 
way, 
And Love's pure planet lend its 
guiding YSiy — 
Our tardy Art shall wear an angel's wings, 

And life shall lengthen with the joy it 
brings ! 

eA Sentiment. 



How patient Nature smiles at Fame! 

The weeds that strewed the victor's way, 
Feed on his dust to shroud his name, 
Green where his proudest towers decay. 

aA Roman oAcqueduct. 




^KirtietK 9ay. 



Y blank check "book 

seemed to be a dictionary 
of possibilities, 
in wbich I could find all the 
synonyms of happiness, 
and realize any of them 
on the spot. 

%he JProfessor at the J^reakfaBt-Tahle. 

But when the patient stars look down 
On all their light 

discovers, 
The traitor's smile, the murderer's frown. 
The lips of lying lovers, 

They try to shut their saddening eyes, 
And in the 

vain endeavor 
We see them twinkling in the skies, 

And so they wink forever. 

<s.^lbum &erses. 




Is but the 
and shade. 



The 

clouds 
by day, 
the stars 

by night, 
Inweave 
their floating- 
locks of light. 
The rainbow, 
Heaven's own 
forehead's 
braid, 
embrace of sun 



The philosopher to His l/o 




xhiriy=firsl ©ay. 



VERY event that a man 

would master must be 
mounted on tlie run, 
and no man ever caught the reins 
of a thoug-ht except 
as it galloped by him. 

The profeshcr at the JSnak fast-Table. 



Shalt thou be honest? Ask the worldly schools, 
And all will tell thee knaves are busier fools; 
Prudent? Industrious? Let not modern x)ens 
Instruct "Poor Richards," fellow-citizens. 

Urania. 



And if I should live to be 

The last leaf upon the tree 
In the* spring. 
Let them smile as I do now. 
At the old forsaken bough 
Where I cling. 














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